we are shaped by our thoughts;
we become what we think.
when the mind is pure, joy follows
like a shadow that never leaves.
for it was not into my ear you whispered,
but into my heart.
it was not my lips you kissed,
but my soul.
i am fading + reappearing all the time,
confusion is what i feel.
i believe it's the change of season
always wanted to live in a tree house...